It's been two years now since what I will refer to as the accident. The shop's been cleaned out, and a touristy
clothing store occupies what was formerly the oldest tattoo parlor in St. Augustine Beach. It's a small
town so going by once a week is the norm, and forgetting is not an option. The same things always run through
my mind; why, what if... whatever.
Michael Henry Lee
a starfish at the bottom
of the motel pool